| Me | How's it going? | |
| Him | Stop gabbing at me. | |
| Me | Are you one of Henry's boys? | |
| Him | No. I'm just sawing up this tree for entertainment. | |
| Him | What's up? Did Henry tell you what you're supposed to do? | |
| Me | Yes. I'm supposed to do in a few bandits for him. | |
| Him | (fending off) Ooh no! Don't LOOK at me that way. I don't wanna go there. | |
| Him | Just leave me to my sawing, will you? | |
| Me | Come with me. | |
| Him | Why? You've already got somebody with you ... | |
| Him | First let's go back a little towards the camp. | |
| Him | (to himself) He COULD have asked somebody ELSE ... | |
| Him | (sighs) Aye aye ... | |
| Me | I no longer need you. | |
| Him | I guess I'll go back to my sawing then. | |
| Him | We're too far away from the camp. | |
| Him | I don't like this at all. I'm going back now. | |
| Him | You know what - I've been doing some thinking. You're an asshole! | |
| Him | I'm headed back to the camp, and I hope I never set eyes on you again! | |